Harry let out a relieved laugh before picking up his own sandwich.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves overhead, scattering patches of golden light across his face. It suddenly occurred to me I hadn't seen him smile this freely in a very long time.
"Nia." He spoke after a while. "The truth is... I suggested the whole partner-swapping thing because I was scared."
I looked at him. "Scared of what?"
He stared down at the sandwich in his hands. "I was afraid you'd gotten tired of me. Every time we did our role-playing, you threw yourself into it. But afterward, you always seemed distant. I convinced myself you weren't satisfied with me anymore. So I kept looking for something bigger, something more exciting."
I reached over and gently took his hand. "I never got tired of you. I just fel
